Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.